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The concert went on for five hours, a record length for Kahnso. An encore turned into an extra hour of performing and the closer was a cover of a song which she managed to make her own. A combination of droning, banal lyrics and her sweaty, slutty, half-dressed appearance made it a fantastic piece to end on.

"Fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away, fuck the pain away," she sang in monotone over a backbeat and a bass accompaniment; no electric guitar here. When she was finally out of pains to fuck away and the backbeat jolted into an arrhythmic freakout signaling the long-awaited end of the show, Kahnso shrieked into her microphone, "Eat shit and fuck off, Vegas!" She spiked the mike into the stage floor, producing earsplitting feedback, then thrust both middle fingers high into the sky. Spin on 'em! she mouthed, her image magnified on the jumbotron. The crowd devolved into delirious cheering and applause. Kahnso left it at that.

The vixen strutted backstage and took a towel from a stagehand waiting for her. "Thanks, kid," she said, throwing it around her neck. Her hair was soaked, long blonde locks condensed into ratty whips from all the moisture. Sweat glistened all over her body - her body which was mostly naked save for leather shorts and a matching leather bra covered in chrome spikes. Most of her staff was desensitized to her hypersexual appearance. She had fucked most of them. Those she hadn't were either gay or terrified of her. Those were the ones she really wanted to fuck.

"Cool performance, Kay," her drummer said, catching her on her way to her dressing room. "People really dig the new shit."

"Yeah. Catch you later," Kahnso said amicably enough. She could be polite if she wanted to; most times she just didn't see the point. She happened to like her drummer enough to be friendly with him.

Now that the show was over, Kahnso was primed for release. Like an overfilled tank about to burst, her pressure was high and she needed to let off some steam either with a lucky guy or one of the plump vibrators she kept with her wardrobe. She kept walking to her dressing room, bodies urgently shifting to clear her way as if she were a fire truck coming down a tight road.

Xiao had been traveling with Kahnso's entourage since the Vegas Spade tour began a few weeks ago. It was bit work, nothing more, but the pay was good, drinks were free after hours, and he thought the chick's music was pretty cool. He had also gotten laid earlier in the evening with a mare who was, by now, suffering from the granddaddy of all hangovers and probably didn't even remember sitting on his face. Xiao was having a nice night.

The ocelot had never actually met Kahnso up-close. Seeing her for the first time was like chancing upon a tiger free of its enclosure at the zoo. She was a giant. She smelled of overpowering feminine musk. Her eyes fell on Xiao, who had been placed to guard her dressing room. He felt his balls jump up to his chest.

"You! Who the fuck are you, faggot?" she demanded, a grin spreading across her fanged face and a finger stabbing into his chest hard enough to knock him back.

"I'm-, I'm Xiao," he replied, and fingered the name tag on his shirt. "Security, I'm kinda new, I wasn't-."

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up," she demanded. That nobody around the scene was giving it any attention did nothing to soothe Xiao's frayed nerves. He was the predator, the vixen the logical prey, but he was terrified of her; he knew a tweaker when he saw one. There was no need to glimpse the track marks recovering underneath her fur. "You a faggot? You suck dicks, Xiao?"

"No way," Xiao grunted, blushing.

"Then c'mere!" Kahnso grabbed him by the back of his shirt's neck. She yanked with such force that the collar growled a low, modulated rip and began to separate from the rest of the shirt. It held well enough for her to yank him so hard that he gagged.

She pulled him into her dressing room and he had flashbacks of Mavis Friar, drinker of Maker's Mark and haver of fat country ass cheeks. Twice in one night? With a celebrity now? thought Xiao with awe and worry.

Xiao was amazed by Kahnso's dressing room. He had seen dressing rooms before but this one was palatial in size. It dwarfed the apartment he called home. He felt a mixture of jealousy and wonder at the sheer consumption on display. Mannequins stood their silent guard in a variety of designer outfits. One looked like it belonged in a burlesque club. Another was a leather jacket in bright primary colors showing a spade with the legend TASTES FUNNY! Xiao found the clown nose affixed to this mannequin's face worrisome.

A pharmacy worth of drugs were situated on the makeup counter alongside eyeliner and lip gloss as if it were normal to have such things mingle together. Xiao thought it was was how a hooker's home base might look.

Kahnso stripped out of her leather garments while Xiao took in the scale of the room. When he turned around he saw her naked tits, average on her body but handfuls to a normal-sized creature like himself. Scarlet panties hugged her pelvis. At first blush he thought she had a dick. He realized after a more discerning look that what he saw was the bulge of a canine vulva - evidently one in heat going by the stink of it.

"So do you-, you uh, you wanna screw?" Xiao asked, looking at her with the same apprehension a mountain climber feels when gazing at Mount Everest.

"Shut up," Kahnso said flatly and shoved him toward the bed. "Shut the fuck up, lay the fuck back, and sniff my fucking asshole."

"You're-." Xiao was cut off by the vixen's shoving paw. She shoved him again and he hissed, snapped at her.

Kahnso shrieked with laughter at his attempt to bite. "Oh, that's fucking precious! Are you gonna bite me, kitty-boy?" She shoved him again, just a nudge really. "Gonna fuckin' sink your teeth into me?"

"Quit shoving me!" Xiao demanded, then remembered who he was talking to. Like when a child suddenly snaps and calls his father an asshole, the remorse was immediate but the damage was done. The bitch screamed with hyena-like laughter as she smashed both paws into Xiao's breast. He went down on the floor, crashing into shaggy carpet. His head thudded on the floorboards underneath and his vision swam momentarily. He made a small, baby-like sound as the world came back to him.

The vixen stood over top of Xiao. Her wide ass cheeks looming above him were a source of threat and allure. Droplets of sweat rolled down her thighs and one plunked onto Xiao's nose, bringing with it a sample of the wickedly musky cheeks about to engulf his snout.

She dropped down and Xiao threw his paws up, yelping in shock and thinking she's gonna break my fucking neck, I'm gonna die being smothered by this chick's ass. She landed on her knees so forcefully that the floor shook, and then she crushed her ass down on Xiao's face as if his paws weren't even trying to stop her; her weight was simply impossible for him to push back. Then her ass crack engulfed his muzzle, red panties cinching around his nostrils and offering only the slightest protection against the humid confines of her ass crack. Xiao was defeated.

Kahnso's musk was overwhelming even to Xiao, whose nostrils were frequently pinned under sweaty asses. He snorted and panted, thrashing beneath her like a suffocating fish on the shore. His nose pressed tight to the pucker of her anus (not as good as the mare's asshole he thought in a jumble) and his paws roamed her ass, pushing on it, struggling and failing to lift off the heavy vixen whose ass reeked of five strenuous hours worth of strutting and screaming. Xiao's pants tented with an erection almost at once and Kahnso squeezed it hard through the black denim with a laugh.

"You fucking sick prick! You're getting off on this!" she cried, shrieking laughter again. She started to grind on his snout, rocking her wide hips as if she were riding a dick. Sweat oozed through the panties as if they weren't even there. It seeped into his eyes, stinging them shut with its saline burn. It got into his nostrils, his mouth. He tasted the sweat off her ass and he hated how much he loved it. This was a hundred times worse than Indigo the dragon, the humiliation which he would never forget.

"Keep breathing! You keep fucking snorting!" Kahnso snapped like a crook demanding all the cash in the register. Xiao had never felt such ambivalence towards a woman before. Kahnso was dangerous and evil and good lord did that make her sexy, but he was afraid of her. Unlike the good ol' girl mare who had made his snout her seat hours ago, he had the nagging feeling Kahnso would make a lampshade from his flesh or something similarly heinous and bizarre.

Xiao smelled her asshole because he wanted to even though he had no choice in the matter. The breaths he drew were exclusively through his nostrils and they were deep, sucking affairs snorted straight from the vixen's musky anus. The ring wrinkled and winked through the overly tight fabric of the panties and Xiao loved that he could feel every facet of its surface so keenly. His nose was sensitive enough to savor its puckered texture as though it were a fine wine, to say nothing of the smell which was both repugnant and incredibly arousing.

The vixen wrenched down on Xiao's penis in her iron grip. The ocelot helplessly mewled - a sound he hated to make under any circumstances - and bucked into her mitt. Kahnso laughed that grating, yapping laughter again. Moving with the very same slutty grace she showed under the stage lights, her hips gyrated and her ass rubbed up and down the feline's muzzle. His nose was made to drag all through her crack and he was spared no detail of her smell.

"What do you wanna bet, are you gonna cum or pass out first?" Kahnso asked, her tone so manic and wicked that Xiao thought she sounded like a deranged game show host.

Christ, I hate this woman, she's the worst thing ever, thought Xiao as he tried to push his hips, roll them so his penis rubbed into the vixen's palm. His paws grasped helplessly on her large and muscular thighs. He tried to pull them apart, not believing this would help his situation but Xiao never cared to lie while a woman dominated him.

Kahnso pressed on the head of Xiao's penis through his pants. It twitched below her touch as if bowing under the force of the press. She suddenly flicked it with her middle digit, causing Xiao quite a bit of pain at which the ocelot yowled and attempted to purse his thighs.

Continuing to gyrate, laughing like a yipping and yapping hyena threatening others away from its quarry, Kahnso was a loathsome creature in the opinion of Xiao. Her anus smooched against his nostrils through the fabric of her panties which seemed much too thin under circumstances such as these. He could smell every aspect of her noisome musk and he despised the way in which he enjoyed his predicament. His cock throbbed and his vision swam. The vixen pressed back and down harder than before and he was pinned in a way all too familiar to him.

At the sensation of Xiao's nose prodding into her anus and taking the fabric of the panties with it, Kahnso screamed laughter like a demon clown. It stung Xiao's ears but the cat was past caring; he knew he was close to unconsciousness now. He wouldn't be cumming before the lights went out.

"Suck the smell out of my asshole, do it! Keep smelling that asshole!" Kahnso yapped as she bounced on Xiao, bucking on his face like he was a mechanical bull and she the rider. Her wide ass hammered his head into the floor and every bump added to a headache the oxygen deprivation was giving him.

This woman is evil, Xiao thought just before he lost consciousness with his last memory one of vile anal musk.

Xiao came to mere seconds later to find Kahnso leering down at him, her face twisted with sick delight. She said triumphantly, "You passed out! You never did cum."

"Oh," Xiao replied distantly. His headache was subsiding but the stench of the vixen's sweaty ass was powerful in his nose. "What-? What now?" he asked tiredly.

"We are gonna fuck now!" Kahnso shouted. Xiao had no say in the matter. He still thought Kahnso was an evil slut even when he came for her. He liked the country mare much more.